The tip of his nose was full of a rich and intoxicating fragrance, and the delicate poison on the woman's lips invaded his taste buds, and in an instant, his mind was empty, and he could feel the shiver that had grown from his bones, rushing in the blood, and his fingers could not bear it, and slid from her sideburns to the back of his neck.

The tip of his tongue was remembrative, so it became more and more slow, and he almost did his best to remain gentle, patiently tracing the soft contours of the cherry lips, savoring the bone-eating sweetness of her breath.

He was no stranger to eroticism, but it was the first time he had kissed so emotionally.

So he cherished, even a little frightened, afraid that she would suddenly reject and refuse, and push him away again, so he restrained his already anxious desires, tried to make her accept, and then sank with him.

He was still trembling and young, like a young man who had just begun to fall in love, and she seemed to be unable to bear such a shallow taste, and her arms were caught off guard around his neck, and the lilac tongue picked open his hot and trembling lips.

He clearly felt a white light pierce into his brain like lightning, and after a bang, all restraint collapsed.

He turned over, took the initiative, and had no scruples.

Endless entanglement and demand, he completely sank into this kiss.

Fingers subconsciously wandered around the body of the person in his arms, from the thin shoulders, to the plumpness of the chest, through the soft clothes, feeling her enthusiasm and trembling, he could not breathe, hastily got rid of her lips and tongue, and shouted her name in his ear - Yijing, Yijing, do you know who I am, please...... Call my name.

The seductive breath that emanated from the hem of her robe was so deadly that it was too much for him to bear.

As he loosened the hem of her shirt with his teeth, her fingers reached through his undershirt and pressed against his skin.

The Maharaja's body suddenly tensed, and the feverish kiss only then stopped, but the scorching heat flowing in the blood became more and more crazy, and it rushed straight to the heavens.

But he heard her response, and raised her delicate voice seductively.

"Your Highness." She followed his example, kissing in her ear and calling softly.

The Maharaja's eyes suddenly opened, and his confused and fanatical eyes seemed to freeze suddenly.

He pressed her confused and anxiously exploring fingers, then propped up his arms slightly.

The lights were still bright, and he looked at the corners of his eyes for a while, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

This smile was so seductive and amorous that the woman, who was bewildered by his sudden cessation of enthusiasm, exhaled slightly, and replied with an incomparably graceful look, and firmly attracted his eyes with the bright autumn waves, and her slender jade fingers pressed against his shirt and moved to the knot on the placket.

His smile grew more and more bewitching.

He could already see her face clearly, but the desire to heat her lower abdomen did not subside, but became more and more burning.

What does this mean?

The woman snorted shallowly, because her wrist was suddenly shackled, and then her whole body was pulled up involuntarily.

But his gaze was still so warm that she didn't feel threatened, only more and more obsessed.

Therefore, even when he staggered out of bed and pressed against the wall, and his hot body forced over, the woman could not help but indulge in this ambiguous and lingering atmosphere, and did not feel the danger.

"Just now, did you hear what Lone was calling you?" He asked, snorting at her ear.

The dark, lustful voice obsessed the woman, so she foolishly repeated the name he kept calling when he was in a daze.

The Maharaja smiled, took a slight step back, and looked at the woman in front of him.

One palm was still caressing her sideburns, but the other palm moved silently towards the sword rack beside her.

With a "bang", the cold light was coming, and before the woman could be frightened, she saw a red light.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my neck.

But for just a few breaths, she was no longer conscious.

"Someone!" The Maharaja slammed his blood-stained sword to the ground, took a few steps back, and methodically removed his crimson undershirt.

The two white-clothed maids entered silently, glanced coldly at the fallen corpse, only frowned slightly, and then turned a blind eye and served the maharaja to change clothes.

"Clean up." The Maharaja shook off a sentence coldly, walked away a few steps, propped his hands on the wall, and looked down to see the blood on his face reflected in the clear water in the copper wash.

The burning in his body still didn't subside.

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

It turned out that the only thing he was most familiar with was her voice.

So I was stunned by the infatuation incense on this, and I had hallucinations and desires, but I was awakened by an unfamiliar voice.

It was only by virtue of his voice that he knew it wasn't her.

The Maharaja suddenly picked up the cold water from the copper wash and splashed it on his face, wiped it with a white towel indiscriminately, and brushed his sleeves away.

The green bamboos in the green garden are chanting in the soft breeze of the spring night.

The Maharaja's heavy steps stepped on the moonlight, and quickly approached the bright lights in Xiao Xiao's bamboo shadow.

Yijing hadn't slept yet, and was talking to Pan'er, listening to the maid's eyebrows dancing and talking about the customs and customs of Xiliang.

The man with a gloomy expression outside the brocade curtain paused, his fingers already hanging on the brocade, but he froze.

He heard her ask: "I don't have any impression at all, as if I didn't know these things before, but I know the solar terms of Qingming and Dragon Boat Festival that you said." ”

"Madame was originally Xiliang who came with the Maharaja, I don't know if these are reasonable, and the maid also listened to a few maids from the new and old words, and the lady and the maidservant used to live in Dalong, just like the maid." Pan'er explained that it was only that, and the Maharaja had not yet instructed her to tell her more about the past.

Dajun waved his arm, the light shadow shone on his face, he saw her leaning on the chaise longue, her hair hanging on the red spring shirt of the begonia, reflecting the magnolia-like face as calm as water, after hearing the sound, suddenly looked at the eyes slightly surprised, and the body subconsciously left the pillow, lazy and leisurely, and quickly recovered to be upright and solemn.

"Get out." The Maharaja waved her hand to Pan'er, her eyes motionless as she watched as she rose so hastily, her fingertips hanging at her side trembling clearly.

He gradually approached her, not allowing her to retreat, and pulling her wrists tightly.

He wanted to change to the past, if she still had memories, she would definitely not retreat, and would look at him with a slight tilt of cheeks, full of indifference and mockery: "What do you want to do?" "I guess that's what I asked.

And not so frightened as in front of me.

As if choked on something, the Maharaja clearly stretched out his breath, but he was still so eager and cramped.

The burning in his blood devoured reason inch by inch, and fanaticism gradually grew in his eyes.

"I heard you're asking Pan'er for your identity?" His voice was hoarse, and he felt her struggling, and he gripped her wrist tighter, and between the two of them, they were so close.

"I don't even know who I am, so it's hard to feel at ease." There was a tremor in her voice, as if she was terrified, so her wrist subconsciously struggled a few more times.

"I don't want to hurt you, don't move." He lowered his head, his figure pressed against her, and the corners of his lips slanted: "You are still inquiring about the relationship with me?" ”

Her gaze really had nowhere to place, and she trembled to meet him, the corners of her eyes were already red, and tears were hazy in her beard.

This is not the person he is familiar with, the stubborn and proud girl, the person who never shows weakness in front of him, but the Maharaja is still so frightened and frightened, and his heart is soft under the gaze of not being aggrieved, but the anxiety in his body is getting more and more difficult to control, he let go of her wrist, but put it on her shoulder.

"What do you want to do with me, Fifth Sister?"

"I don't know......" She stepped back, but was firmly locked by his fingers, the calmness in his eyes gradually dissipated, the burning gaze overwhelmed her, his approach was more threatening, she clearly felt the faint blood and heavy alcohol on his body, and his body suddenly stiffened.

"I don't remember anything, I don't know everyone around me." Her tears slid down, and she didn't try to struggle or refuse, but her eyes became more and more shrunk and helpless: "I feel like I'm your prisoner, but Pan'er said that it's not like that, saying that you are really good to me, but I don't understand, why am I afraid of you, you didn't harm me, but I am afraid of ......"

Her shrinking made him angry and unwilling, and the Maharaja hugged the man in his arms, and this time she violently resisted.

He lowered his face, the anxiety in his body was no longer pressible, he firmly held her chin, did not let her avoid it, and kissed her despite her tears.

The blood and alcohol pressed more and more clearly towards Yijing, subconsciously avoiding his hot lips, feeling his rapid breath ringing in his ears, Yijing pushed hard, stumbled back, but was immediately pulled back by him, his gaze was fanatical and cold, forcing him to look at her: "Do you really not remember me, or are you pretending, so that I can be negligent and wait for the plane to get rid of me?" Fifth sister, no matter how you hide it, but your indifference and disgust can't be hidden, if you really have amnesia, why would you be so repulsive! ”

"Don't be like this, I'm uncomfortable, I'm really uncomfortable......" she cried, once again resolutely avoiding his persecutive lips and strong breath, gasping heavily, and suddenly her whole body bent down, and let out a flurry of retching.

The harshness of the voice was undoubtedly a sarcasm for him.

The Maharaja sneered, but let go of his fingers, and saw her squatting down, holding the handle of the chair with one hand, and tightly clutching the placket of her clothes with the other, still retching again and again.

"Fifth sister, you just hate me like this, so you can't pretend." He gritted his teeth tightly, only to feel that his heart was stuffy and painful, but for some reason there was sourness in his eyes, he shook his head and took a step back: "Fifth sister, stop trying to deceive in vain, I will not let my guard down, I will never let you go." ”

He wanted her to despair, so he stopped pretending, he hoped that she would still be the stubborn girl she used to be, and she would sneer at him and talk at him, not fear, not show weakness, but for some reason, after saying such a thing, in the end it was he who felt the piercing heart.

The Maharaja didn't even want to stay in the room for a moment, and didn't want to look at the woman who was retching because he hated him.

Go off in a huff.

But I heard a muffled sound.

"Fifth sister!" The man stepped forward with an arrow and hugged the woman who was pale and fainted on the ground in his arms.

Yijing's eyes were closed, her face was gradually purple, and she was unaware of the Maharaja's call and shaking, her arms hanging weakly, and her fingertips still had tears left.

"Pan'er, go and ask a good doctor."

The man picked up the unconscious woman and rushed into the inner room, carefully placing her on the bed.

All anger disintegrated, and was replaced by a great deal of fear.

He half-knelt in front of the couch, holding her cold palm, regretful.